You act like you’re so special,
Because you have secrets,
Because you have a “past,”
As if I’m also supposed to find it shocking
That you have a favorite food
Or that you have feelings
Or that maybe,
You let your lungs inflate and deflate
Over and over again.
Paula Rittenhouse is a book-loving English student and aspiring cat lady from Plymouth, Pennsylvania. She is always driven to create, whether it’s poetry, jewelry, embroidery, or almost any other form of art. She wants to work in library science when she’s done with college and hopes to publish a book of poetry and essays someday. She runs a small blog where she posts short pieces of writing on Saturdays. You can find these pieces at www.wwirelesswwizard.wordpress.com/category/writing.